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Review and Herald Publishing Association · Washington, D.C. · Mar 10, 1904

FromReview and Herald, Vol. 81, No. 10.

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Two Thanksgivings

For all the past, my tender Father, God, I thank thee: for the joy, the love, the pain, The rapture of the soul, the thinking brain; Yea, for the smiting of thy thorny rod, I thank thee, as a child would grateful say Grace after meat before he went to play. And for my future, cloud or sunshine sent, Alike slide down from heaven’s high battlement; I fear not, but as patient pilgrim waits Outside the portals of some city’s gates, I linger for thy opening hand to show The unknown paths down which my footsteps go. I thank thee, Lord, for all that is to come— I say this grace before my meat, and then am dumb. —The Churchman.